Ravens and Rooks keep the castle
They hold the castle keep
But the black crows, in thorny rows
Can catch no feather bed sleep
They chatter and they cajole
They caterwaul and holla
They cat-call through the wooded deep
And in the tree trunk hollow
They scratch and they nuzzle
nibble and they peck
They pick fights with black night
Until the owl turns on her neck
Until the cows have all come home
Until they roam and roost in loam
And clay and mud and sticky chrome
Yellow of metallic piss
Yet the hill fort still squawks and portcullis
Gates are dropping
The drawbridge is drawn above the moat
And the Bishop's eyes are popping
The Egrets stalk about the cows
The herons pose alongside crows
Pretending in their statue clothes
To stand for liberty and freedom
But under them the corn storks do not grow
They rot after their heads have rolled
And all lie down like dominoes
Arranged like iron filings
And who is the rich magnet
Who has attracted their maze gaze?
Who has got them singing
Amazing grace?
Is it Trump or Biden?
Is it just that like the corn
They now must lie down
To rest after summer's vitalness
Into a winter of repose
In order to be again reborn
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